There is such great beauty in symmetry.
The changing of the seasons,
or in the words of Tevye, sunrise...sunset...
the reassurance we find in such timeless order.
That in all its careless and tangled beauty,
can be counted on.
To provide what we are expecting.
And then there is this,
the asymmetrical one....
The one who has the audacity to be a late bloomer among the dying leaves of autumn.
Don't you know the frost is coming?
You don't seem to care....
rather you seem to stand tall and fearless amongst all that has fallen around you.
One little statement that, despite all that we think we know...
there are still those things that surprise.
That break the rules
Defy the odds.
And in the process,
delight us with their existence.